i was travelling home from Portsmouth this evening with my mum. she started talking about my Nanna, who died some years ago. i miss her. the older i get and the more i learn about her, the more i realise we were similar in some ways. she was a runner. i also think that she was a dreamer like me, and that some of her dreams ate her up (like me). when my mum was a teenager Nanna went through a period of being particularly unhappy, and would sit up late at night on her own with a beer, listening to The Carpenters and Springsteen. though it makes me sad, i appreciate the companions she chose.